Lyrics

The last time we met
We were walking darkened streets
Talking the hours out
About ambitions and vague beliefs
Dropping once more
Out of control

Disarming your bombs of truth
Pouring over questions
Passing guesses off as hope
In a collision of good intentions
Dropping once more
Out of control

Wide eyed at 1 AM
All reason on suspend
Give me something good to say
Give me something good to say
As the thieves of joy
Break into our heads
Give me something good to say
Give me something good to say
Dropping once more
Out of control
Out of control